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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave All that shameless groveling. no wonder 'merapa wanted him to go. This was his punishment, a conclusion clearer than anything he'd witnessed since leaving Mira III. Would his father do that? of course he would. That's what parents were for. - Quote by Marcha A. Fox

All that shameless groveling. no wonder ‘merapa wanted him to go. This was his punishment, a conclusion clearer than anything he’d witnessed since leaving Mira III. Would his father do that? of course he would. That’s what parents were for.

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